Book In Motion Novels & Stories

Jennifer If anyone ever writes the definitive guide to keeping your sanity while fleeing a hidden species war through rural backroads in a stolen truck, I hope they include a chapter on the false comfort of motion. There is something about moving that tricks the mind into thinking progress is being made. Roads pass. Trees thin and thicken. Fields flatten into distance and then rise again in dark folds. The sky shifts by imperceptible degrees from one shade of morning misery to another. Wheels turn. Engines mutter. Bodies remain pointed toward some place called later. It all creates the impression that events are being left behind in sensible sequence, as though one might eventually arrive so

I was about to walk away in search of clues on what we could be facing when the books suddenly started vibrating. I froze. "What's going on?" Even Iran fell silent as he scrutinized the books. They were vibrating with a low hum and I could swear that I saw light dancing around them. That was when Iran chuckled. "They are reacting to your presence. It's been a while since a child of light stepped into this place." I furrowed my brows at him but said nothing. There was nothing I could say. I just kept staring at the way that the books hummed. That was when I realised that the dancing lights across the books were actually leading somewhere.

“I agree wholeheartedly, Your Grace.” * * * * Lindsay stood next to Barry in front of a clergyman as he read out of the Book of Common Prayer. Her grandmother had told her she’d be nervous today, but Lindsay wasn’t. Excitement ran through her veins, and she couldn’t stop smiling. Love blossomed inside of her, and each new day with Barry would only be an adventure, she was certain.

The doors swung open, and a flutter of excitement surged through Catalina’s heart. She was pushed into a room that radiated strength and elegance. Bookshelves embraced the walls, their treasures lovingly curated. The gentle warmth of the fire danced in the hearth, its soft crackle filling the room with a tender ambiance, while shadows wove their delicate patterns across the gleaming surfaces. Behind a grand desk sat Matteo Moretti, a figure of intrigue and longing. He was nothing like the image she had conjured in her mind. He was younger—likely in his late twenties—but there was something about him, a presence so commanding that it sent shivers down her spine.

"Since you like collecting trash so much, you can have both him and the car. I'll have my lawyer send you the bill. However, I'm taking this apartment back. I'll give you two weeks to move out, but you also need to restore everything to how it originally looked. If you don't, we'll just have to meet in court!" Once I said my piece, I left without hesitation. Just before I stepped through the door, I heard Harrison bellowing in panic, "Hold it right there, Vivian! I forbid you from leaving! What did you mean by that?" Nevertheless, I continued on my way without even bothering to look at him. Feeling like a zombie, I drove my secondhand Volkswagen Beetle back to the rental. As soon as I parked

With one movement of his hand, he removed the layer of dust. Runes appeared under his hand. The lock opened with a loud noise, the figure moved to the left. A smile went across the alchemist face; he was pleased. He opened the book. Pages turn on their own, the book stopped on the thirty-second page. The alchemist moved a bit closer. The page was written in a different language than the previous page. Letters moved across the page. They changed order; they were glowing now. Words could be seen on alchemist's face. He moved closer. On the spine of the book, a gap opened. The gap was getting bigger. “I know, what this is,” the alchemist said. “It's a portal. The book is written in an unknown c

Chapter 1 – Grace The soft breeze rolls past me ruffling the heavy gown dawned on my small frame as I stare out into the field of moon flowers. The forest is alive with the sound of the creatures of the night. Quiet but still expressing the life it held within. A soft touch moves my attention to the long golden hair tied with a ribbon as a smile graces my lips. Finally he is mine. The full blue moon illuminates the sky as I lean in to kiss the man I love…

Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other. “So, you also read that book-” “Yeah, I got into it after a friend of mine recommended it to me.” “Isn’t it a great book.” “Yeah, I got hooked on it after reading the first chapter.” “bla-bla-bla” Both continued to talked to each other and enjoyed their conversation. “I was feeling an awkward atmosphere growing between our table so I was gonna try to start a conversation but when you brought out your book, I was just surprised to see a person reading it.” The girl said.

I shake my head and move on. Walking to the wall where I saw the picture moving, I feel around. At first, it seems like an ordinary wall. But then, I realize there’s a slight separation between panels. This doesn’t seem right. Looking at the bookshelves close by, I begin to tip books up, looking for the strangest ones first, the most worn ones, the biggest ones. I pull on a book that says, “How to Win at War,” and I hear the creaking noise again.

And your logic is clearly based off of books. Nate.